Another one

Meme,

Hot tears dripped across the bridge of my nose into your lap as you ran your fingers through my hair.

I choked out, “Why am I not good enough for him? Why doesn’t he like me?”

With betrayals stacking up behind me, the pain stays the same, but the questions have changed:

Why is everything always a lie? Why don’t they ever pick me?

I lashed out at the world with a fiery hate; I was determined to take love whether love liked it not. That fire burned me, burned other people, and burned away the love as well.

I wish I could soak your pant leg with my tears one last time. Even though you’d just tell me that I’m foolish in the kindest words.